Closed for Repairs (You Say You’re Looking For Me)

She left here last early spring.  You may have said I have forgotten her,

Kiss her once for me, I always respected her for getting free.  That was from a different century, now I’m buried in the hail searching shelter.  Bracelets, thorns are almost the same.

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